With the wind whispering secrets to the trees and long shadows lying across brown leaves, was it any wonder that Darcy felt a cold finger of fear trace its way down her back? Something, just hidden from her sight, waited. She was sure of it. Some secret, long buried, lay beneath her feet–a secret […]
Feb 5, 2019
When a Few Words Will Do
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Have you ever asked someone the time and she tells you how to build a clock? Sometimes a simple answer is better than a long one. This morning, I’ve listed my six cozy mysteries and described each one with only three words. Do you agree? How would you describe each of them, using only […]
Feb 2, 2019
What in the World Were You Thinking?
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Thoughts–the invisible navigators that guide our days. It isn’t hard for negative, fearful thoughts to creep in, set up camp, and take over. Why is it that those things which make us feel depressed or angry or sad seem to be always at the door, ready to barge in without even an invitation? Scripture […]
Jan 26, 2019
A Return to My Gallery of Art
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This is a re-run. I’ve posted it before. Sometimes, in all the chaos of horrific news stories, and feelings of frustration, it’s nice to do something that’s completely different, that is just for fun. In no way do I claim to be an artist, so please don’t think you should say nice things about these […]
Jan 24, 2019
Stern, Thorough, Memorable
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He was stern, thorough, and I still remember him after a distance of several decades. He was a short man, fairly round with a thatch of white hair. He was born and raised in England and he spoke with a British accent. His name was Mr. Stone. He was my first piano teacher. Every week, […]
Jan 23, 2019
When Winter Was Memorable
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It’s cold this morning. You may live in parts of the world where twenty-three degrees would be considered a heat wave, but I’m not. I live in NW Arkansas and it’s cold! Rain that surely must be ice is on the streets, a dusting of snow like spilled flour, drifts across grass and pavement. I […]
